Chapter 587 White Paper Fairy CityThe group of thorny crocodiles guarded the white-bone crocodile demon, diving all the way down.

The main river channel of the Dark Dragon is bottomless and pitch black.

As he continued to dive deeper, the White-Bone Crocodile Demon became more and more fearful. Many of the Thorn-Bone Crocodiles around him were already exhausted and could not keep up with his pace.

The thorny crocodiles are not in the habit of diving deep, and if they were not controlled by the white-bone crocodile demon himself, they would never dive to such a water level.

After diving a little deeper, the White-Bone Crocodile Demon saw a vortex of yin energy.

There were many water ghosts in the vortex, squeezed and stacked together, forming a strange and creepy formation.

The Skeleton Crocodile Demon was not surprised. He sent a telepathic message and said worriedly, "Military Advisor Xie, the matter was not completed. How should the two of us report to the Lord?"

Xie Sichao's voice was heard from the battle array: "We were about to succeed, but Wen Ruanyu suddenly appeared, which caused us to fail."

"Wait a moment..."

Xie Sichao suddenly stopped talking.

After a few breaths, he spoke again: "Strange."

Skeleton Crocodile Demon: "What's strange?"

Xie Sichao said, "Information came from the river that Wen Ruanyu had returned to search for foreigners in the fleet. And he actually found a merchant from Feiyun Country named Yang Weida and took him away personally."

White Skeleton Crocodile Demon: "Could it be that Yang Weida has some background that made Wen Ruanyu come to meet him personally? We are unlucky and just happened to run into Wen Ruanyu."

Xie Sichao said: "This is exactly what's strange. Xie Sichao obviously didn't know this person, and after taking Yang Weida away, he didn't immediately return to Baizhi City, but continued to go north."

The Skeleton Crocodile Demon pondered for a moment and said, "This is indeed quite strange."

The two guessed for a while but couldn't figure it out, so they walked side by side and continued to go deeper underwater.

After reaching a certain depth, the Skeleton Crocodile Demon heard a roar of a dragon, and the water around him suddenly disappeared, turning into a gloomy space.

At this moment, he officially entered the underworld from the world of the living!

This is the special feature of the Mingjiao River.

The Dark Dragon is a dragon that lives in the underworld. In order to go further, it undergoes a tribulation and suffers the tribulation of the most yang thunder.

He is not an ordinary dark dragon, but a god!

Therefore, after it turned into the Nether Dragon River, this river naturally connected to the underworld, becoming a bridge between the world of the living and the underworld.

And every once in a while, the ghost tide that sweeps across the entire Black Swamp Wetland of Ghosts comes through this passage.

The White-Bone Crocodile Demon and Xie Sichao entered the underworld together and stepped into the teleportation array.

The teleportation array opened and sent them to a luxurious and solemn mansion.

"Greetings, Lord!" The two were led by the messenger to the main hall, where they both knelt down.

"I have failed to perform my duties properly and am guilty..." Xie Sichao apologized as a military advisor and gave details.

The Skeleton Crocodile Demon remained silent and extremely respectful.

The mysterious lord sat on the throne, his entire body shrouded in a layer of black mist.

After listening to the report, he was silent for a while, and then he spoke in a heavy and deep voice: "Wen Ruanyu is a disciple of Wanxiang Sect, and his strength is outstanding. It is quite wise for the two of you to retreat in time."

"When the enemy is strong and we are weak, we should retreat and keep ourselves useful. This is also the essence of the art of war."

"It's just that Wen Ruanyu's trip this time was ordered by Sangle Youling. The latter is the right-hand man of the Lord of Baizhi City and is good at divination."

"Wen Ruanyu's actions this time are indeed strange. It is very likely that Sangle Youling has figured out something."

At this point, the Lord paused and continued, "This ghost tide is the result of our accumulation and guidance for many years. In order to use this to eliminate the Lord of Baizhi City and occupy this fairy city, we must naturally go all out and leave no chance for the other party."

"The other side has a cultivator who is good at divination, so we must also do some calculations."

"The two of you take my token and go to the Water Burial Valley to meet with the Gray Bone Elder and ask him to calculate how to act in this situation in order to prevent the other party from turning the tables."

The White-Bone Crocodile Demon and Xie Sichao quickly agreed.

The two left the mansion and came to the Water Burial Valley with the help of the teleportation array.

With the token, they successfully met the Gray-Bone Old Man.

The old man with gray bones had eyes like cold stars, and he was wearing a gray bone mask. On the mask were countless words, which were the prohibitions described in the content of his main practice, "Six Yin Questions on Bones".

The old man with gray bones put away the token and started divination immediately.

He took out the pottery jar, which was filled with bones.

The old man with gray bones mobilized his magic power, cut his fingertips, and three drops of pale green blood dripped out.

The blood fell into the pottery and immediately caught fire.

The silent, cold green-scale fire burned the bones into bone powder.

The old man with gray bones turned his wrist and circled above the flames, bringing out a gust of cold wind.

The cold wind blew up the ashes and scattered them in the air.

The old man with gray bones groaned softly, pinched his fingers and activated his skills.

The White Skeleton Crocodile Demon and Xie Sichao looked intently and saw the ashes condensing in the wind and gradually turning into words.

They read carefully: "Behead Youling and the gates will be opened."

"Burning paper images will attract evil."

"Wen Yu splashed ink on the white paper,"

"Vientiane..."

The next moment, the old man with ashes waved his sleeves, disturbing the cold wind and making all the ashes fly away.

"Lord Gray Bone, why don't you count it?" the White Bone Crocodile Demon asked in doubt.

Xie Sichao had the same doubts.

The old man with gray bones snorted softly: "How can the secret of heaven be revealed so easily?"

"Every divination costs more than just precious materials and mana."

"And my personal destiny!"

"I can't calculate everything. If I calculate everything and reveal the secrets, it will be a huge loss to my own luck."

"I owe your master a favor only to this extent."

"Go."

Having said that, the old man with gray bones waved his sleeves again.

The two Jindan cultivators, the White-Bone Crocodile Demon and Xie Sichao, felt the world spinning around them in an instant. When they steadied themselves and looked carefully, they were horrified to find that they had both been teleported to the entrance of the Water Burial Valley.

The two had no choice but to discuss the matter.

"Is the old man with gray bones in the Nascent Soul stage or the Spiritualization stage?"

"It's hard to say. His level of cultivation has always been a mystery."

"What to do with these?"

"Of course we can't force our way into the Water Burial Valley. We don't have the ability to do so. Let's report our current results to the Lord."

"This……"

"Don't worry, although the prophecy is incomplete, it can be done to the best of our ability. Didn't we say that we should kill Sangle Youling first? This female cultivator is indeed a threat. What's more interesting is that if she has divined and instructed Wen Ruanyu on her actions, her luck must have dropped drastically now, and it is a perfect time to take action."

The two of them hurried back while talking.

White paper city, listening to the secluded pavilion.

This is the piano room where you can hear the funeral music.

The dark bamboo sea outside the window was completely silent. Even the blue-green phosphorescent lights that used to travel through the forest were now dormant deep in the bamboo forest. The musty smell of rotting leaves seeped into the piano room through the window cracks.

Sangle Youling reached out to fiddle with the bronze wick, and the clear green flame suddenly twisted into a human shape, struggling continuously and showing a look of pain.

Sangle Youling also frowned slightly. She took a deep breath, stretched out her ten fingers slightly, and placed them on the strings.

"The Sound of Peace in the Nine Springs"!The first overtone was like a spring breaking through the ice, and the prayer flags hanging on the walls of the piano room moved without wind. The sound of the piano brushed over the bronze lamp, and the twisted human candle flame was immediately soothed and healed, no longer struggling and gasping for breath.

In the quiet bamboo sea outside the window, some bamboo leaves are swaying gently, and the rotten bamboo leaves are actually turning green again.

The sound of the zither continued for six turns. When the Shang note was played, the smoke from the incense burner on the desk condensed into Udumbara flowers, which fell down and stuck between the eyebrows of Sangle Youling.

Sangle Youling's slightly frowned brows also relaxed.

But when the horn note was played for the seventh time, the human figure of the bronze candlelight disappeared and returned to its normal appearance.

The bamboo forest swayed, and a large number of rotten leaves turned green.

As the score moves to the second half, the notes become stronger and stronger, and the candlelight becomes rounder and radiates warmth.

The bamboo sea sways gently and leisurely, and the smell of decay is barely audible.

The Udumbara flowers condensed from the smoke have turned into a sparse rain of flowers, bathing the mournful music and the lonely soul in it.

Zheng!Just when the sound therapy was about to be completed, the strings suddenly broke.

Countless hidden weapons suddenly shot out from the deep bamboo forest.

Sangle Youling felt a pain in her heart and blood gushed out, which she forced to swallow.

Her whole body's aura surged, bringing out her protective robe, and the cuffs suddenly grew larger and longer, forming cloud sleeves.

Her sleeves danced, catching all the hidden weapons and sealing them all.

Nine assassins rushed out from everywhere, smashed the window frames, broke through the walls, smashed the doors, and attacked Sangle Youling almost at the same time.

There was a flash of panic in Sangle Youling's eyes. She had failed to heal her wounds at the moment, and was in poor condition. Her combat power was less than 30% of her usual level.

Faced with the life-and-death crisis, she immediately reached into her arms and was about to crush a jade pendant for emergency use.

But a flash of inspiration made her stop the idea and instead pulled out her spare musical instrument, the pipa, which emitted a sound like tearing silk.

The sound waves swept out, carrying the full force of Sangle Youling, and were extremely sharp.

The two assassins who were in the front were cut in half, and their organs scattered on the ground strangely turned into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

Eight-clawed ghost spiders condensed from the stinking black water and continued to attack.

Sangle Youling turned around and jumped onto the beam, avoiding the joint attack of the remaining seven assassins, but the defensive magic weapon, the silver hairpin at her temple shattered, and a strand of black hair fell down.

Sang Le You Ling bit her tongue and spat out blood which sprayed onto the pipa.

A golden and red magic ban suddenly appeared on the pipa, and the mournful "Nine Springs Burial Song" blasted through the air.

bang bang bang...

The sound waves swept away everything, and the forty-eight bamboo curtains in Tingyou Pavilion all exploded. Huge smoke and air waves surged and spread in all directions.

Such a huge commotion immediately attracted the guards to rush for help.

When the smoke cleared, only three assassins were left.

They looked at the funeral music hanging in the air, ready for battle, and their fighting spirit dropped to the bottom.

"This Sangle Youling is really powerful! We set up traps in her harp and harp room. She faced fatal crises several times, but she refused to use any of them, causing our traps to fail."

"What's even more terrifying is that she didn't crush the jade pendant and escape. If she had done so, her teleportation would have failed and her body would have been strangled into countless pieces."

"Let's go. If we want to fail the mission this time, we still have a secondary goal."

The three assassins sent out black smoke, left a large number of eight-clawed ghost spiders to cover their retreat, and then they escaped.

The guards rushed over, and after Sangle Youling confirmed that it was safe, he could no longer hold on. He vomited a mouthful of blood, and his breath completely weakened.

Elsewhere, the three warships led by Qing Yan had already docked early.

He personally led several male concubines and walked all the way to the city gate.

The White Paper City is pale in color, and the material of its walls is neither stone nor wood, but very similar to paper.

The city gate was tall and very heavy. The magic prohibition of "Yinchao Heavy Water Dafa" on the door emitted heavy water light and made sounds like the rising and falling of the tide.

Most of the city guards are from the ghost tribe, and only the leaders or elite members are from the human race.

Their armor and weapons are also very unique, as if they were made of folded white cardboard.

"Please leave your name." The official guarding the city gate, holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, actually had a literary aura about him. It was obvious that he was a Confucian cultivator of the human race.

Whenever he saw someone entering the city, he would look up and enter their name into the book.

Led by Qing Yan, Ning Zhuo and others said their names.

Sun Ning and the other man were still a little nervous, but after their fake names and surnames were written in the book, everything went smoothly and they were not exposed.

After passing through the city gate, the group officially walked into the Baizhi Immortal City.

There are many buildings here, and the walls look like old book pages crumpled and flattened by invisible giant hands. The burnt aroma of bone glue boiled by the paperhanger wafts from the cracks in the window frames.

From time to time, ink marks and various fragments of words and sentences appeared on the white stone road.

The owner of the paper-making shop stood at the door, soliciting business from passers-by: "Look, look, this is the new cloud umbrella made by our shop, which can block the enchanting rain for a moment."

Sun Ning and the others looked up and saw that almost all the items sold in this paper shop were paper umbrellas.

Continuing walking along the long street, the two found many paper craft shops. In addition to selling paper umbrellas, they also sold paper weapons, paper figures, paper horses, paper houses, and so on.

In addition to papermaking shops, there are also many talisman shops.

Passing through the long street of paper shops, everyone followed the scent of ink and turned towards the West Market.

The sound of flowing water was heard ahead, and soon a river in the city appeared before everyone.

The inky river water was flowing, shining with a dark black light. On the river, paper boats of all sizes and heights were sailing.

There were old men paddling black-sailed paper boats with long bamboo poles, and there were boat girls singing on the colorful paper painted boats.

Qing Yan led everyone across four bridges in succession, getting closer and closer to the city.

Sun Ning and the other two were surprised to see this.

This was the first time they had seen this unique fairyland scenery.

Zhu Xuanji only told Ning Zhuo that he was going here, gave him a token, and didn't say much more.

Sun Ning and the other man originally planned to collect intelligence, but they didn't expect that after playing the roles of Jiao Ma and Tietuo, they no longer had this opportunity and were brought in directly.

When they looked around, they saw several tall buildings among the numerous towers, which were very conspicuous.

There is also a tall paper man located in the south, facing the south gate, with his back to Qing Yan and his group.

A black tower, emitting a dark aura, with hundreds of brushes hanging on each corner of the seven eaves.

There is also a cloud pavilion, relying on the white clouds and floating in the air.

Boom boom boom...

After a series of explosions, flames shot up into the sky and ignited the paper statue on the south side.

The alarm bells of enemy attack rang throughout the city.

Sun Ning and others looked at each other in shock.

How could such a magnificent fairy city be in turmoil?Qing Yan's face was heavy. He turned around and told Ning Zhuo and the others, "You guys go to the City Lord's Mansion on your own. I'll go check out the situation and try to help as much as possible!"

(End of this chapter)